Hermione, Harry and Ron walked down to the quiddich pitch for practise. It was their first practise for the year and Harry, now captain, was training the team more or less exactly like Wood.
"Now Ron, we'll really need to work on your tactics as goalkeeper this year, I mean last year you were really good, but really bad as well. You seem to take to much notice of everyone else. You're so unsure of yourself. I know! We should block your ears, that way..." Hermione rolled her eyes. What is so marvellous about quidich? Yeah it was fun to play, but talk about? Sometimes she just didn't get boys and sport. She had no idea how she got to be on the team, but here she was. She was now a chaser and was actually very good. She thought it was simple. Getting a ball through a hoop. What was so hard about that?
"...And then if your still having trouble with the trolls then we'll just feed them with sunflower soil, that way you can get on with your goal keeping! It's as simple as that!" Harry finished. Ron looked even more nervous then before.
"Hermione." Ron whispered. "Help!" She just smiled.
"Good luck." She said before mounting her broom and flying off into the air.
As she was flying she noticed people were already on the field. There was a swish of green and white flying past her before she saw a face rapidly coming straight at her. "AHHHH!" She scream as she collided with the grey eyed slytherin. They both fell 200 hundred metres to what they thought would have been there deaths. But on impact there was nothing. No pain, no nothing. Just darkness. Was this what death felt like? For all they knew it very well could be. But suddenly there was a flash of light and she landed on hard ground with a thud. What was happening? She opened her eyes and immediately pain shot up her body. She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. She heard a horrible moaning besides her.
She opened her eyes and saw that they were indeed on the quiddich field, but no one was there. No one was there to help her. Then she saw the crumpled body of Malfoy lying besides her. "Are you all right?" She managed to mutter.
"I'm fine Granger, no thanks to you. What happened? Where are we? What did you do to me Granger?" Malfoy said feeling confused.
"I don't know." She breathed in heavily. He looked over at Hermione and winced. Blood stain her Gryffindor quiddich robes. Her leg was crumpled beneath her and seemed snapped in half as white bone was clearly sticking out. Her rib cage looked broken and her lip was bleeding.
"Is it that bad?" She asked seeing him recoil. She coughed and blood spilled out over the green grass.
"I feel tired." Her eyes half closed.
"No, whatever you do don't fall asleep! You might have concussion and you could die if you do." He said sitting her up.
"Why do you care if I die or not?" He didn't answer. Besides a few bruises and a couple of broken ribs Draco was fine. He got to his feet and swayed a little. He had to get her to the hospital wing. He bent down and lifted her up. It didn't help that she was so heavy and he lipped a little before getting his balance.
"Come on Granger." He said. Why was he being so nice? Well not exactly nice, but caring. But the question was, why did everyone leave them there? Why did everyone leave them when they knew they must be hurt? They were her friends, why weren't they there to help her? Instead there was the most unlikely person carrying her to the hospital wing. She laughed to herself. What would Harry and Ron think of this? Draco called for help as he entered the castle.
"Help is any one there?" She knew he was about to brake under her weight. She noticed that he had a slight limp, which probably meant he had sprained something.
"Draco, put me down, you'll kill your self." He happily obliged.
"When did you get so heavy?" He asked sitting down beside her.
"Oh thanks." She was always known to be a bit chubby, but nothing overweight.
"Well you try carrying yourself up that hill." He panted. She gave a smile. He wasn't being nice but he so wasn't being mean either. What was up with that?
"Where does it hurt?" He asked sitting her up half way. The pain suddenly rushed back to her. She had nearly forgotten the pain.
"On my chest and my leg." She said. He looked her over and sighed, "Well I need to get a teacher."
"Yeah, but don't be to long." She said, he started to leave then returned.
"I can't leave you here if the bell goes people will just come and step all over you. The hospital wing is not to far away." With that he helped her up, and she wrapped her arm around his neck and leaned on him for support. Then she tried to walk on her good leg. He steadied her and placed his arm round her waist just in case she might fall over. With that they made there way up to the hospital wing.
On entering a very worried looking Mrs Promfry came running to their aid.
"Dear children, what happened?"
"We had a accident playing Quiddich." Draco filled in.
"Quiddich? I've always told Dummbledore that it was a dangerous sport and not to be played by children as young as you! But no he says, the children need their quiddich like I need my lemon sherbets. Some times I don't understand that man." She led them to a bed and levitated Hermione up onto it.
"Now you must stay here over night. You look like you have a nasty break in you leg and possibly your ribs. I'll have them fixed in a flash, but I'll need you to stay over for observations." She said looking at Hermione.
"And you young sir, will be able to go back to your dorm tonight. I'll have dinner bought up for the both of you. Now what were your names? Then I'll excuse you from the rest of your classes." She smiled motherly like. But she looked different. Hermione couldn't place her finger on it but she looked different. What also confused her was asking for there names. She had been in here countless of times before, due to her adventures that she Harry and Ron had had. And Malfoy had been here at least ten times, because either Harry and Ron had done something to him or he had been hurt in Quidich.
"Miss you know our names already. We've been in here heaps of times."
"Sorry, I can't remember, in fact I've never seen either of you before. Ever." Draco and Hermione looked at each other shocked. But Hermione, being smart, figured it out. She reached inside her robes looking for her time turner and only found a chain. Here eyes widened.
"Oh I'm sorry miss, I misunderstood you for someone else. We're new you see from..." She racked her brain trying to think of a school.
"Umm, Ignite School Of Witchcraft and wizardry. It's in Australia we both moved. Our families were so close to each other when we found out, Draco here and his family was moving to England we decided to come with them." Hermione said thinking fast. Draco was about to say something when she pitched his arm.
"Oh, that must have been some bump on the head you got there. Here." She said placing a bottle on the table. "It's a sleeping draft, when your ready just have a sip and you'll fall asleep in no time." With that she left the room, muttering something about quiddich. When she was defiantly out of sight, Malfoy exploded, "What the bloody hell was all that about?"
"Look, well you shouldn't know this but I have a time turner to get to all my classes and well when you collided with me it broke, and we've been sent back in time. That's why she doesn't remember us, and that's why she looks so much younger. The question is, how far did we go back?" She finished and Malfoy watched her in silence.
"Well, I'm going to have to believe you, mudblood, that's the only logical reason for it." With that he gave her a sneer like smile and drank his sleeping draft and fell immediately asleep. She smiled at the sleeping form then she to fell into a dreamless sleep.
"Granger! Wake up? Hello? Can you hear me Granger?" Draco screamed in her ear.
"Oh for merlins sake, what is it?" Hermione said sitting up.
"Well for one, we are in the past, Merlin knows when, and it's 10:00 am and we really need to work out what's going to happen." Everything from the other day came rushing back to her. She gave a heavy sigh. Why did everything bad always happen to her? She didn't mean the time traveling either.
"So? Should we go explain to Dumbledore? Or what?" He bugged.
"Yes and no. We can't explain to Dummbledore where we're really from it'll cause a chain reaction that might change the outcome of the future. And we can't tell anyone else, where we're from either, or we can't get too involved with people either."
"Well that pretty much crosses out any possibility of getting home!" He said yelling at her and waving his hands in the air. "I mean really, we have no money, we have nowhere to go, and in fact we don't even exist yet! What if we run into someone we know from the future? What if we can't ever get home? We have nothing and nowhere to go! What are we going to do! For once I really think we should talk to that crackpot Dumbledore!" He stoped pacing the room and looked her straight in the eye. "We have to talk to him, there is no other option."
"Fine, but what are we going to say? I mean we just can't walk in there and say ' hi professor Dumbledore! You probably don't know us but we're from the future and need to get back home, can you help us? Plus he might not even be headmaster yet!"
"Why not? I mean worst he's going to say is no. Any way if Pomfey is here then so should he." She looked at him as if he was joking and laughed then realised he wasn't.
"Are you serious? We can't just walk in there and say that! I'm not going to do it Malfoy so just forget it!"
"Hi professor Dumbledore! You probably don't know us but we're from the future and need to get back home, can you help us?" Hermione asked. Draco gave a snigger.
"Well, first I need to know your names and how you think you came to be here."
"Well, Professor, I'm Hermione Granger and this is Draco Malfoy. And, well the thing is I had a Time Turner given to me to attend to all my classes, and there was an accident between Malfoy and I, and it broke. Then we turned up here." He nodded his head knowingly.
"Well, Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy." He looked at Draco despairingly. As if he already knew what he was like. "I will have to look into this further. As of yet I have only vaguely heard about this so called Time turner, I would assume were attending Hogwarts at the time?"
"Yes Professor, we were both in year six."
"Very well, you will be reinstated into the school and will be sorted again into your houses. It appears that you have no money as such?" They nodded their heads.
"Then I will pay for your school robes and school gear as well as some normal things Teenagers seem to have these days, you don't want to standout for not having the 'Fashion' as they say. You will each be able to choose an animal as your companion. And before you leave we must change your names, just in case realities or people you know in the future are in this time." At this he looked at Draco.
"Umm, Professor, I have already said something to one of the teachers about our identity. Though some of it was untrue because I thought that we had gone back in time." She stopped at this and waited for his answer.
"Not to worry I will inform all the staff about your, hum, circumstances, and we cannot pretend you have come from any close school mainly because we have a Triwizarding Tournament this year. So you can make up your names if you like and a name of your school, make sure you're from some place a long way away."
Hermione had to think about this. What would her name be?
"I want to be called Draco Greenleaf!" Draco piped up. She laughed thinking of how unalike Draco and Legolas were. "I recon it suits me."
"Hermione Stern." She said proudly. Draco sniggered. She ignored him.
"Very nice, now what school and what country?" Dummbledore asked.
"I know I'll be Scottish, I mean I was originally born there, you see my mother is Scottish." He said putting on a Scottish accent, which actually suited him. He did it very convincingly.
"I'll be Australian then. And my school will be Ignite School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She said remembering what she had said before; she too said this in a convincing Aussie accent.
"Oh yeah and my'll be... Bloomsbury School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He said proudly.
"Right that's it. Now remember that and don't let it slip where you really come from." Dummbledore said smiling broadly. They were heading out the door when he stopped them.
"Oh, and you should go now to Hogsmeade to pick out your robes, you don't want me getting the wrong size and come back to be sorted in the evening. I trust you know where it is." He said with a in his eye. "Oh and one thing, do not, I repeat do not, get involved with this time and do not tell any one your true identity or what the future holds." With that he turned around and walked back to his desk.
Draco and Hermione left the room and headed out side to walk down to Hogsmeade to get their things. This took the whole afternoon, mainly because they both would not go in the same store at the same time together, so everything took twice as long. They finally got back to Hogwarts just before dinner had started; a much younger looking Professor McGonagall stopped them.
"They are now ready for you." With that she pushed open the great hall doors and they followed her in. The roof was like the winter night sky out side and candles lit up the whole room. All the people at the four tables turned and looked at the new comers. People were whispering including a couple of fourth year girls who were looking and Draco. Hermione rolled her eyes.
They got to the front of the hall and the three-legged stool was placed down on the floor. The hat held in Professor McGonagalls hand.
"Now these students are 6 years but have moved here so they therefore they will be put in the year that they are in now. Stern, Hermione." She slowly and nervously stepped up and sat on the stool and the hat was placed on her head.
"Hum, interesting, a time not your own, an identity not yours. Now where should we put you? Your old house? Or maybe a change should come your way?" She shuddered to think that she could be put in Slytherin.
"Gryffindor!" The hat shrieked. Hermione breathed out a sigh of relief and she went to join her house with the 6 years. She nearly fainted when she saw who the 6 years were. A stunningly beautiful boy sat there in the seat in front of her. He had thick black hair that sat beautifully on his head. His eyes were a dark grey. She could see the outline of his body and smiled.
"Hi." He said to her. "The names Sirius."
"Hi, my names Hermione." She said with her Aussie accent. With that he gently held her hand and kissed it.
"Nice to met you." He made eye contact with her.
"Fine, don't introduce your friends Sirius!" James said sarcastically.
"Sorry, Hermione this is James, Remus, Peter and that one there is Lily and the rest don't matter." He said smiling. At that moment there was another "Gryffindor!" echoed across the hall. That's when she saw a very shocked Draco come up towards her. She returned the look.
"Your in Gryffindor?" She whispered.
"Yeah, I know, that is so stupid! I'm goin up to the dorms to sort out my things, before everyone finishes there dinner." He hurriedly whispered in her ear. This from the unknowing eye looked very much like he was whispering something else.
She frown, "So? What's that got to do with me? Certainly you don't need me to go with you everywhere!" She whispered back, he rolled his eyes, "Come off it Granger, I don't want to spend anymore time with you as need be! But… I don't know where the Gryffindor common room is." He said back.
Hermione let out a sigh, "Hey guys this is Draco, Draco this is Sirius, James, Remeus, Peter and that's Lilly. Sorry guys, but we have to take our stuff up to the dorm. Maybe we'll see you later."
She saw Draco giving Lilly a look and slapped him as the got out of the great hall, "That's Harry's mum!" She whispered. He went white. They hurried up to the dorm.
"Wait a minute, how did they know the way to the dorm?" Sirius questioned before seeing them disappeared. He realised that no one was listening and forgot about it. Draco and Hermione reached the dormitory, "Wow!" Draco exclaimed. Hermione just smiled. She ran up to her dorm to see if anything had changed.